I’ve had a few
When I was in the tenth grade my English teacher told us that when he was in the Navy he and his friends used to go into the gay parts of town to beat up the queers. He thought this was a funny story that we’d all get a kick out of.
In the years since then, five students from that class have come out as gay.
That had to have been a harrowing time for them.
I know it would have been asking a lot of fifteen-year-old me to stand up and tell my teacher he was cruel and stupid and wrong, but it is a regret of mine that I didn’t.
The best I can do now is vow never to remain silent again.